Indescribable tarot cards

Although Sartre is not gifted as a prophet and is just a problem solver, his academic level is absolutely fine.

This can be seen from Julian's commission.

Siosande came to represent the strongest Silver-level prophet in the Tower of Stars, and Sartre...

In a sense, Julian believed that Sartre, a bronze-level prophet, could join forces with Siosande to solve this problem. In fact, he and Siosande were roughly on the same level.

He can clearly distinguish which spices are defective from these complex smells, and he does not even need to use other means to identify them.

If it were normal times, he might just turn a blind eye and pass by. After all, there are only a few kinds of spices, and they are all replaceable types. They are probably not used except for a few unpopular and uncommon rituals. .

But the problem is that the spices this time are of great use and are used to fight Silver-level cultists.

This is a matter of life, Colin dares to do anything about it?

And his immediate boss is still right in front of him!

Sartre was just good-tempered towards Aaron. If it were anyone else, he would be the second generation of the Tower of Stars.

Bars snorted coldly, "Colin, what's going on?"

Colin swallowed and said quickly: "I...I'm not sure."

Although he said that, everyone present knew it well, and he definitely knew about it by acting like this.

"It's okay, there are alternatives to these spices," Sartre said casually, then he took out a pair of dark leather fingerless gloves from the leather bag he carried with him and put them on his hands, "It won't affect your movements. .”

"Colin, you have worked for me for many years and know my temper..." Bars said coldly, "I will investigate it carefully after this matter is over."

"Of course... Lord Bars." Colin agreed repeatedly, breathing a slight sigh of relief.

"What is this?" Aaron watched as Sartre carefully brushed the bottom liquid on his gloves and sprinkled some powder on them.

It seemed that he was following a special rule and only sprinkled a certain amount of powdered spices in specific places. However, his movements were extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, his two gloves were covered with spices of different colors.

"This can be regarded as the prophet's preparation before the war." Sartre did not respond until he finished applying spices to his two gloves. Then he took a long breath and answered Aaron's question, "In battle, if you use It would be foolish to carry a bulky spice box into battle."

Through specific neutral adhesives, various spices can adhere to the gloves. If there is danger, the seer can make simple rituals immediately.

Even if the spices attached to the gloves are extremely limited, they can often save the prophet's life at critical moments.

As a problem solver in Tower of Stars, Sartre's results in practical theory classes are among the best.

This spice glove was also improved and upgraded based on the existing spice storage equipment.

Sartre moved his fingers casually, then lowered his head and poured out a bright red liquid from the spice box. He looked at Bars and said, "Lord City Lord, I will prepare the ceremony right now."

Without waiting for Bars to answer, Colin and his attendants eagerly withdrew.

Sartre didn't take it seriously and quickly drew a circle on the wooden table. What was strange was that the liquid that his fingers touched actually condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into dark red crystals in the blink of an eye.

Inexplicably, Aaron felt that the atmosphere around him began to become depressing.

"If the powder of shining root, corrupt blue moon grass powder, and dragon scale grass juice are contaminated, you can use psychic powder as a neutralizer and substitute. If there is no sleepless grass, you can consider using amethyst powder instead..."

Sartre, who entered the state of setting up the ceremony, seemed to be a different person. On one side, he was muttering to himself, saying words that only he could understand, but on the other side, he was quickly placing many spices on the dark red crystal plane.

Every time a spice is added to it, the dark red crystal becomes brighter, and when Sartre sprinkles a little psychic powder on the crystal plane, the entire crystal plane suddenly burns.

Aaron, who was close, did not feel any temperature, as if the flame was just an illusion.

But he happened to see the spices disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in a daze, he seemed to hear some whispers again.

"Alice, throw the card into the ceremony." Sartre's tone was unusually blank, but his expression was solemn, and his eyes were almost filled with silver-white starlight.

His soul began to wander in this makeshift ceremonial ground, relying only on a slight connection with his physical body to avoid getting lost.

Countless illusions appeared before his eyes, indescribable, but he suppressed his curiosity and waited for Alice's response.

As a prophecy, he needed a mark, a guide, a way for his soul and instinct to know exactly what he was looking for.

They don't have any information about the cultists, but they have the "Creeping Hand" card.

The bronze-colored card was smoothly thrown into the illusory flames. The card slowly shattered under the licking of the flames, and countless black shadows suddenly emerged from the flames.

The atmosphere became even more depressing, and Aaron even vaguely felt the suffocation he had felt before.

But at this time, it was cold.

He lowered his head subconsciously and saw Alice's hand.

"Calm down, maybe you can get additional supernatural information from the ritual." Alice whispered.

It seemed that because of the candlelight in the room, Aaron felt that Alice's face seemed to be a little red now.

"What exactly is that card?"

Perhaps because of the ceremony, the atmosphere was extremely depressing, and people couldn't help but lower their voices. Aaron leaned into Alice's ear and whispered.

"That is the polymer of extraordinary breath. When you advance from black iron to bronze, you will also have such a card, which means that you are finally qualified to control extraordinary power."

Alice seemed to be unaccustomed to being so close to Aaron. She turned her head to avoid Aaron, and glared at Aaron fiercely. Her weak and boneless hand was instantly as hard as steel.

hiss……

Aaron couldn't help but gasped - because Bals and Ed cast doubtful glances.

Before he could think about it, a crisp cracking sound came from the illusory fire, like glass being shattered, with several dark cracks silently appearing on the flames.

Immediately, endless black shadows emerged from the flames, baring their teeth and claws, and outlined countless pairs of dark arms.

Darkness drives out light, and the bright candlelight is in danger at this moment.

It was clear that they were still so bright, but the darkness occupied everything mercilessly, leaving only sporadic space for candlelight.

"Something doesn't seem right."

Sartre's voice came from the deep darkness, as if it was so far away.